Timelies all!

So far, this week has been rather busy at work. Lots of patient samples to process, including a good number of samples we didn't know were coming.

My biggest reference faux pas involved a student actor (who ended up being the star of the musical Bat Out Of Hell). For some reason the designer of that particular show alway made me talk to this actor about difficult things (like how to tuck his penis, which I actually had to google and was quite embarrassing). So the designer custom made a hair piece to match his hair. The problem is that the picture he used was from the summer and his hair was much lighter. So we bought a wig. It was not great, so it was my job to give him a choice, but really to convince him to dye his hair. So I presented it, and he said something like “This is a really hard choice”. And to lighten the mood, I said “yeah, it is a real Sophie’s Choice”. And he said “What’s a Sophie’s Choice?” And I wanted the ground to eat me.

I also think it is sort of weird that I have had so many awkward, embarrassing and weird moments with pretty much the only successful professional actor to ever come out of the program. I can think of at least seven more. He did sort of imprint on me like some sort of baby bird, and I was pretty much his personal dresser for four years, which I never really did for anyone else. But despite having conversations about his penis, showering him (we don’t have a shower, so when actors either need to be cleaned or wet we had to rig up a hose pool bucket situation) I still feel the most embarrassed about the inappropriate Sophie’s Choice joke.

At least your Sophie's Choice joke wasn't about his dick in some way.

You folks know what is great? I wandered up to my neighborhood sidewalk sale on Saturday and ran into msbelle and we got to shop together.

Localistas for the win!

I had my annual (that I make every three years) checkup today. My blood pressure was notably higher than before. (Not dangerously, ‘cause it’s usually super low, but changes matter. ) After discussing things a bit we established that I’m quiet angry about a number of things, all the time. None of which I can fix. Which isn’t news, but I don’t think I’d said it out loud to another human before. Anyway, I’ll be looking into therapists.

angry about a number of things, all the time

Don't turn green!

At least your Sophie's Choice joke wasn't about his dick in some way.

That is very true.

I'm so frustrated/angry/upset about this -- we have a mold problem in the spare bedroom that is straight out of the TV show Hoarders, full of Tim's hoard of clothes, shoes, and other stuff he kept because it might come in handy some day.

He's getting shit out of the room (and he's wearing an appropriate respirator), and more importantly, has called a mold remediation company to come check out the situation and let us know what needs to be done (we'll have them check all the rooms in the house, of course; just by looking, it doesn't seem like any of the other rooms have mold, but I don't know, mold spores are tiny).

The rest of the rooms in the house are not Hoarders-style full of stuff, so I don't think the situation is too bad, but even so, Jesus Fucking Christ, I am so ashamed that this happened in even one room. God. Fucking mold. Fucking hoarders shit.

I want to yell at Tim and tell him it's his fault (and yeah, it's entirely his hoard, but he's so ashamed and stressed right now, and I feel like hoarding mentality requires therapy rather than me yelling at him, and we are *definitely* going to talk about getting some therapy). And I feel like it's my fault for not making him clean the room out sooner (even though I know I can't force him to do anything, but it's easier to blame myself).

It'll all work out and be fine in the end, but I'm so ashamed and frustrated and angry right now.

oh Steph that is tough. yes to therapy and I hope the mold is contained and easily cleared.

I got all the lawn mowed, it was similar to a jungle.